Son-in-law for Mom

Wife and daughter-in-law

Do not keep forcing your head to forget, while your heart is still at home helping it to remember.

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That night they had a romantic dinner on the beach side of Gili Nanggu. Wind bus plays the beautiful hair of Sapphira. The red night dress with a low cleavage that Tyo deliberately chose for his wife was very fitting. The innocent girl turned into a beautiful and sexy woman. Tyo's eyes did not move from Safira's face, making him misbehave.

"Why do you see me like that?"

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed," Safira replied.

"Why should I be ashamed? Not that last night I've looked even into your most private."

"Mas Tyo! Don't make me more embarrassed" she asked, leaning on her husband's shoulder. Seeing that, he gently kissed the top of the wife's head.

"You happy, Safira?"

"Very happy, Mom! Thank you for loving me ...."

"Thank you for being my life companion .. Are we eating now?"

***

"Mas Tyo, why don't you wake me up anyway?" Safira sat down to close the blanket. Her face flushed when she saw that Tyo had just come out of the bathroom. A bare chest with wet hair dripping onto the shoulders makes the man look sexy.

"You're sleeping well, honey. Tired? Sorry yes," Tyo approached with eyes full of gentleness. The man rubbed Safira's cheeks and kissed her lips briefly.

"Bring first, after this we pray then ...." Tyo's eyes grazed towards his wife.

"Then what?"

"Eum .. someone was still curious" he whispered in the woman's ear making Sapphira shudder.

"What the hell, Mas?" Again the beautiful face was shaming with embarrassment.

"Yes, take a shower! Or ...."

"Or?"

"I'm bathing!"

Sapphira pinched the husband's sturdy arm. Tyo chuckled at the woman's expression.

***

Tyo smiled looking at the face of the wife who was still asleep. It's not enough for a week for the two of you in this place. The waves and the breeze seemed to share the happiness of the two people. No day without intimacy. Tyo's maturity makes Safira feel protected. Similarly, the indulgence of the wife made him fall more in love.

He gave a glimpse of Sapphira's ranum lips, draping a blanket to cover his wife's innocent body. Then he went to the bathroom. In the afternoon they will return to their home town.

"Alva, your sister's coming. Don't forget the work report you handled is done, right?" Miss Santi asked her at breakfast.

"Berez, Mom. Every day Al also reported to Kak Tyo." The man gulped down orange juice in front of him. Alva really did a good job. It has changed so much. That man can really take responsibility with his current job.

"Al, if you know your father's friend's daughter how?" Mr. Yuda asked.

Almost the man choked.

"For what, Dad?"

"Yes, you might fit in with him."

The man who now seemed to be growing the sideburns then shook his head.

"No, Dad. Al is not in a relationship with anyone right now."

Pak Yuda and Bu Santi stared at each other. They both felt that something was different from their second son.

"You're not heartbroken, are you?" search mother.

"Breaked heart? Same who?" tukas Pak Yuda wants to know.

"Luna, Dad. It's him ...."

"Ck, Al didn't think of him anymore now, Mom ...."

"Who are you thinking now?" cut Miss Santi.

Alva was silent, the memory again twisted Safira's face. Again, he suddenly felt stupid.

"Al?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"You why? How do you suddenly shut up?"

"Maybe it's good to introduce him to Gita, Dad."

Mr. Yuda nodded in agreement.

***

The arrival of Safira and Tyo from their honeymoon made Alva more often overtime in the office. As much as possible he avoided meeting his wife. He admitted so far he had not been able to forget Safira. Although he insisted on throwing away all the memories of the girl.

That night Alva had just arrived. His steps came to a halt when he heard the sound of laughter from the middle room. His eyes were aiming at Tyo and Safira were both joking. Didn't want them to know he turned his back on an intention to enter. However, Tyo's voice held him back.

"Where are you going, Al? Just arrived too?"

"Eh, someone's left in the car, brother!" He rushed back to the car. The man let out a rough breath. His eyes closed withstanding the turbulent taste. How could he be so jealous of a married couple who are drinking the sweetness of marriage? He was still behind the wheel dampening the turbulent feelings. After she calmed down, Alva went back into the house.

Feeling a little relieved because Tyo and Safira were no longer there. The man headed for the kitchen to get a drink. His steps again stopped when he saw Sapphira making a warm drink. Despite his doubts, he tries to muster up his guts to keep his feelings in close proximity to the woman.

The situation is suddenly cold. Alva was silent as if he had not seen any Sapphira there. Same with the long haired woman. Although both of them looked stiff but clearly Alva stole a glance towards the woman.

When the unexpected happened, they almost collided with each other. Alva who was about to take a glass for juice while Safira also took the same thing. Alva's chest field was right in front of her face. It was clear the smell of the man's body. While Alva stiffened when the top of Safira's head was right on his chin.

"Sorry, I ...." Fast Safira retreat making distance.

"It's okay! Please take it first." Alva retreated signaling to Safira.

"Thank you."

Sapphira returned to the place where she originally poured warm ginger tea for her husband. While Alva poured guava juice into his glass.

"Mas Al's. This is ginger tea for Mas, let it warm. Not good cold drinking nights." The woman offered him a glass of warm drink. He did not respond to Sapphira for a long time. The man just glanced. Feeling ignored by Alva, he put the glass on the table, then left.

After Safira died, Alva rubbed her face rough. His hands were clenched with lips firmly clenched. He saw a glass containing drinks made by Safira.

"Lord, I'd go crazy if this kept up!" muttered.

***

Warm mentari greets the earth, as a gentle kiss drops on the rannum lips of Sapphira. Today Tyo invited him to see the house they would occupy. The house that Tyo had bought for a long time.

"Later you can change anything there as you please." Tyo rubbed Sapphira's cheeks gently.

"Changed? Change what, Mas?"

"Design the house, or change the furniture or even want to change the color of the paint .. that's your house, our house," he whispered softly.

Safira's face blushed hearing the words of her husband. There haru greets the heart realizing how much love Tyo has for him. It made his eyes condense.

"Hey, why are those eyes glazed over?"

"Thank you, Mum."

Tyo squinted at his wife.

"Thank you?"

"Thank you for everything. Thank you for the comfort I feel" he sobbed.

"Don't crybaby! You're a strong woman, and my wife deserves happiness." Tyo hugged her tightly.

***

The modern minimalist pastel-colored architecture house looks neat. The yard is quite spacious with elephant grass like a rug making the garden look very beautiful. There are not many flowers, there are only a few red and pink adenium in bloom.

"Wellcome home, Sweety ...." Tyo opened the door and invited Safira in. A large white sofa greeted them in the living room. The beach painting hangs on the wall. The high ceiling of the house makes this house comfortable even if without air conditioning.

"You likey?"

Safira nodded with a smile.

"We're going to your palace, yuk!"

He said as Tyo's sturdy hand led to the kitchen. The room was not very big but very complete and clean. For a moment he was glued to staring at the cooking utensils as well as making cakes neatly arranged on the kitchen shelf.

"This is your laboratory. You can be free to express yourself here, but .. sorry, maybe not so broad."

"Mas, this is already so amazing! I like!"

Tyo raised an eyebrow as Safira looked at him.

"Now we're in the room I like best!" Sapphira's eyes narrowed trying to find an answer. Unexpectedly, Tyo carried her and took her to the place she liked the most. Room!

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